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ROB
I knew immediately Natalie—Willow—wasn’t in the house. I would’ve heard her breathing. Hell, even her pulse. Now that I’d made the choice that she was to be mine… officially, my wolf was attuned to her. Or the lack of her.
Her scent was in the air around the exterior of the house but not strong. There was a distinct path of the scent. She rarely used the front door. My wolf picked her up going in and out of the back door more. I followed across the back porch and back down the steps, across the grass and toward—
“f**k,” I said, cutting through the night. She was at Markle’s.
I knew it. My wolf knew it. It was after eleven. Unless she was at his place to f**k, she was there for work. I didn’t even give the first any thought. I’d satisfied her. She didn’t need Markle for that. Be
